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About New York City

So, mate, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, eyes glintin’ like goblins. My precious coin, they wants it! Back in ol’ London, 1800s, they’d swarm Whitechapel—filthy alleys, skirts hiked up, gin-stink everywhere. Made me mad, it did—poor sods, half-starved, yet here I am, judgin’. Still, s’pose it’s better than fishin’ in the muck, eh?

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My massage parlor's near the abandoned railroad tracks on 3rd Street. I swear, those tracks whisper secrets at night. True story, trust me – I've heard 'em moan. Sometimes I stand outside my joint and swear I catch echoes of laughter and heartache, just like that movie, ya know? "I'm so far from heaven" when the nights get quiet and hard. Simple as that – life, love, and lousy decisions.

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